Awaken The Poet Inside You

[Quiet One 15]

Mind if I join in with a poem of Borges, my favorite Argentinian writer?

It's a little sad, but fits some of my most introverted moods, those endless Sunday evenings...it's called "Limits"

Of all the streets that blur into the sunset,

There must be one (which, I am not sure)

That I by now have walked for the last time

Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone

Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws,

Sets up a secret and unwavering scale

for all the shadows, dreams, and forms

Woven into the texture of this life.

If there is a limit to all things and a measure

And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness,

Who will tell us to whom in this house

We without knowing it have said farewell?

Through the dawning window night withdraws

And among the stacked books which throw

Irregular shadows on the dim table,

There must be one which I will never read.

There is in the South more than one worn gate,

With its cement urns and planted cactus,

Which is already forbidden to my entry,

Inaccessible, as in a lithograph.

There is a door you have closed forever

And some mirror is expecting you in vain;

To you the crossroads seem wide open,

Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus.

There is among all your memories one

Which has now been lost beyond recall.

You will not be seen going down to that fountain

Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon.

You will never recapture what the Persian

Said in his language woven with birds and roses,

When, in the sunset, before the light disperses,

You wish to give words to unforgettable things.

And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake,

All that vast yesterday over which today I bend?

They will be as lost as Carthage,

Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt.

At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent

Murmur of crowds milling and fading away;

They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by;

Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me

[LabradoRacer 2]

Hey Murray Walker,you trying to upstage Elmer Fudd? You silly wabbit!

BTW , I am the one formerly "loserboy".

[Kati 0]

I sure Katy will like the first one atleast.

I'm not that into poetry. Murray knows it...

[LabradoRacer 2]

Hey Katy H so what if you aren't into poetry? We lecherous guys are into you!

[Quiet One 15]

Hey Katy H so what if you aren't into poetry? We lecherous guys are into you!

Yup, definitely Loserboy is back!

Just kidding, good to see you again. What happened to your old nickname?

[Kay 0]

I thought you could change your name on the same account.

[goferrarigo 0]

I thought you could change your name on the same account.

I thought you can but i can't see the menu in my controls, so i suppose it for senior members (around 35 posts to go) done

[Max Mosley 2]

Sorry if it's too serious to some. But great to hear a friend of mine walked away from the mindset she had when she wrote that.

Thanks for the poem! Great to hear your friend is OK now. You made me think of another female poet with a similar mindset - Sylvia Plath. Here is a video clip on youtube where she herself reads a very shocking poem about her

.

As you probably all know, she is one of the best and most famous poets of the last 50 years but within a year of making that recording she committed suicide, after a very troubled life. Her father died when she was very young, which influenced her in many ways, and her husband, who is mentioned towards the end of the poem, left her for another woman just before she wrote this poem. There's a great film about her (called "Sylvia") where you can find the details of her tragic life.

Nice one's all round.

It's good to read poems with such different styles and subject matters too (serious is just as good as the comedy factor), I have nothing to offer as I just don't write at the moment... I tried a couple of times but it truly stunk, I only have room in my mind for junk.

I tried

a couple of times

but it truly stunk,

I

only have room in my mind

for junk.

Mind if I join in with a poem of Borges, my favorite Argentinian writer?

It's a little sad, but fits some of my most introverted moods, those endless Sunday evenings...it's called "Limits"

Thanks! So is this where your moniker comes from? Your reflective moods?

Hey Murray Walker,you trying to upstage Elmer Fudd? You silly wabbit!

BTW , I am the one formerly "loserboy".

Welcome back! We've missed you. And yeah you're more right than you thought: I do have a tendency to shoot myself in the foot, metaphorically speaking.

I'm not that into poetry. Murray knows it...

You would be if you read up on it. I knows it...

Try Stephen Fry's "The Ode Less Travelled" or some funny and very basic introduction to poetry in Portuguese or German. The book should have lots of examples of even the most basic things so that you eventually learn to love them. You didn't even like Goethe before you made an effort. Don't go though life as an uneducated philistine! If you get stuck, ask me and remember: if anyone knows it, Murray knows it...

[Quiet One 15]

Thanks! So is this where your moniker comes from? Your reflective moods?

Yes...

And I love Sylvia Plath writings...sad story, though

[pumpdoc 2]

Figure this one out

Milk, milk

lemonade

this where fudge is made.............

[Quiet One 15]

Figure this one out

Milk, milk

lemonade

this where fudge is made.............

Stick your finger up the hole...

Out comes a chocolate Tootsie roll

You really know some wonderful rhymes, Bruce!

[pumpdoc 2]

Stick your finger up the hole...

Out comes a chocolate Tootsie roll

You really know some wonderful rhymes, Bruce!

Figures you'd know you'd know mine (nothing like a hot girl doing the visual though )

[LabradoRacer 2]

I wish I was a good wordsmith. I do feel like writing some ribald poetry but the words just aren't tumbling out.

[Kay 0]

Appropriate I feel...

The bird always comes

Before the rising sun

When the light is none

He unfolds his wings

And comes to me

Never misses a dawn

And I am drawn

To his little tune

From July to June

He would sing

One morning I awoke

To a sudden choke

The bird had gone

He had undergone

The change to pursue

Heaven

[LabradoRacer 2]

Appropriate I feel...

The bird always comes

Before the rising sun

When the light is none

He unfolds his wings

And comes to me

Never misses a dawn

And I am drawn

To his little tune

From July to June

He would sing

One morning I awoke

To a sudden choke

The bird had gone

He had undergone

The change to pursue

Heaven

Very nice & touching poem.

I think "From July to June" should be "To July to June" ,unless of course you're referring to this year's July & next year's June.

Maybe I'm too stupid.

[goferrarigo 0]

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill

When the funds are low and the debts are high

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit

Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns

And many a fellow turns about

When he might have won, had he stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor's cup;

And he learned too late when the night came down

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt

And you never can tell how close you are

It may be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit

It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

Author Unknown

[Jez 0]

There once was a man from Australia

who painted his bum like a dahlia

ten cents for a smell

was all very well

but twenty cents for a lick was a failure.

[Max Mosley 2]

Very good mate! And Ankit too!

[Max Mosley 2]

Appropriate I feel...

The bird always comes

Before the rising sun

When the light is none

He unfolds his wings

And comes to me

Never misses a dawn

And I am drawn

To his little tune

From July to June

He would sing

One morning I awoke

To a sudden choke

The bird had gone

He had undergone

The change to pursue

Heaven

Lovely work Kay. I missed it first time round!

(PS I'm too nice apparently, so I take all that back. Let's say adios to Mr Nice Murray.)

Very nice & touching poem.

I think "From July to June" should be "To July to June" ,unless of course you're referring to this year's July & next year's June.

Maybe I'm too stupid.

It's more poetic the way she had it I think. Firstly it rhymes, and secondly it's unexpected which gives it a nice rhythm somehow! Of course you could well be right too.

[LabradoRacer 2]

Lovely work Kay. I missed it first time round!

(PS I'm too nice apparently, so I take all that back. Let's say adios to Mr Nice Murray.)

It's more poetic the way she had it I think. Firstly it rhymes, and secondly it's unexpected which gives it a nice rhythm somehow! Of course you could well be right too.

I'm right about the last statement of mine?

[Max Mosley 2]

No.

[mikathegreat2 2]

No,no no no this can't be happening! Well I guess Murray's in heaven by now!

[Rainmaster 7]

Magic Senna forever

Imola, May 1st

Ayrton left us that day

But many don

[Jez 0]

Magic Senna forever

Imola, May 1st

Ayrton left us that day

But many don't realise

Senna is gone

but not far away

the legacy he left

will never be forgotten

the magic he possessed

will never be lost

the skill he had

demands respect

the awe he created

continues to infect

the commitment he showed

never since equalled

only later on was his true nature revealed

kindness, generosity, introverted and shy

we must never forger magic senna

and now you know why.

That was my attempt at poetry.

and now for something good

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

JRR Tolkien

Nice piece of original work there Rainmaster.

And what an awesome Tolkien poem too. I love his work.

[Eric 0]

"99"

Fontana, last race

Of the year, and of a life

Andretti sets the pace

Hard in the wall, head first

Carbon fibre to concrete

"We hope for good news"

But fatality is what he'd meet

Twenty-four and a winner

A champion to be

Friendly and affable

A great personality

So fast is a driver, so fast was a life

All was not fine

Last race of 99

Last race for 99

RIP Greg Moore

For those of you who would like to see what I am talking about, watch this horrible video that shows a fatal accident...